Smirking to himself, Crowley sauntered on over to Dahlia. "Nice to see you again, love," he teased as he pinched at her cheek playfully. He was a old man, but he still had a bit of a look to him, he could have been quite handsome when he was younger.
She rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away. "Should you be somewhere else?" she asked him tonelessly as she looked past him, then toward the wolf, then back at Crowley, glaring up at him for a moment.
He nodded. "Yes, true. Bye Dahlia," he said quickly, kissing her forehead quickly. Before she could snap at him, he was gone. He was probably thousands of miles away from them by now.

